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Who: Laharl and anyone!
Where: Between Phasma and the middle district
When: Sunday morning
Style: I'll match~
Status: Open!

As dishonest as he normally is, Laharl has no intention of letting anyone use this truth curse against him. The whole week, he's stayed off his SFC and holed up in his room, providing no opportunity to talk to anyone.

Unfortunately, there's a flaw in this plan: since he has no one to cook for him, he doesn't have much food stored in his apartment. He's spent the week living off of snack food and canned tunafish, but now it's gone and this feeling of hunger has set in. He's not used to it, and he can't stand it.

When is it that the fewest people are likely to be out? Morning? Laharl is usually asleep in the mornings, so of course other people should be, too. In fact, the only way he's managed to be out this early is by staying up all night.

All right. He just needs to make it to the nearest restaurant, get food, and go back into hiding. Simple.

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[On the other had, there are those who have very little to fear from this curse because they tend to tell the truth regularly anyway, and those who get up quite early most days because they have jobs. In this case, it's the same person. Sola's whistling his way through his usual delivery route, bringing large boxes of uncooked food to the cafes and restaurants throughout the city. It's luck that he happens to run into Laharl, though good or bad he's not sure.

Eeehhh... might as well be nice. He's in a good mood.]

G'morning Laharl.

[Crap, it's someone he knows and who might try to carry on an actual conversation with him. But to avoid him might look suspicious and give away his current weakness. He tries to maintain his usual manner.]

No, it isn't.

[So far so good, he probably would have said that anyway.]

Why can't you just say good morning back like a normal person?

[He's not sure if he'd meant to say that but Sola doesn't seem to care if he did.]

Because I'm not interested in acting like a normal person. [They can both agree he isn't one, right?] Besides, it's a terrible morning.

Why is it terrible? We're back in the bubble and everything's getting back to normal.

[Nothing terrible around here!]

I've been hiding in my room all week so I don't talk to anyone, and now I'm out of food.

[AUGH. And did he have to put it like that? "Hiding"? Overlords don't hide!]

B-being back in this stupid bubble's nothing to celebrate either.

Why were you hiding?

[Why yes he's smirking at you a bit Laharl.]

And I miss the sun but I like living down here because then Johnny isn't trapped in the house all day because of the sun. I was afraid he'd accidentally burn up.

[That was pretty much his biggest worry up on the island.]

Because like hell do I want to be stuck telling the truth for once.

[GLARING DAGGERS. Why did you have to start asking questions, Sola?]

Go spend some time with your precious vampire. Don't you have any questions for him?

I already talked to him about a lot of stuff this week! He hides a lot so it was a good opportunity.

[O...kay that makes him sound like a sneaky bastard, but Johnny does hide an awful lot.]

What are you so afraid of people finding out, anyway? They already know you're a jerk.

[Like Laharl is going to judge for Sola taking advantage of the curse. Y'know, as long as it's not at his own expense, like it is right now.]

They might find out I'm not a full-blooded demon--

And will you quit asking me stuff? Mind your own business!

So?

[It's in response to the demon reveal. Laharl likely thinks it some giant blemish on his being but from where Sola's standing, he honestly can't see why it matters.

And no, he's not going to stop asking things.]

So it isn't something I like to talk about.

No I mean who cares if you're half?

A good chunk of the Netherworld cares. Humans are weak, and sentimental. No demon wants someone like that on the throne.

No one had to know about that here. If you keep your mouth shut, you're the only one who has to know.

Humans aren't weak. There's a lot of humans I know that're really smart or have magic and stuff. Everyone's good at their own things. And besides, you're not weak or sentimental so why does it matter?

And I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to even if it's a dumb thing to hide.

[He's totally instilling Laharl with confidence, isn't he.]

I work hard to make sure that's exactly what everyone thinks.

It's not dumb.

[At least the curse means Sola isn't lying either. So he really won't tell.]

You work hard t- Wait, but then that means-!

[Laharl's not weak, not by a long shot as Sola knows from first hand experience, so that makes him sentimental?]

What are you even sentimental about?! You don't seem to care about anything!

Just because I don't get all mushy about it doesn't mean I don't care about the things that belong to me.

[Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.]

What do you even care about?

[This is a really rare opportunity, okay? He's not gonna pass it up!]

My Netherworld, my vassals, my mother...

[fwehfuwiafhwoTHIS IS THE WORST CURSE.]

And if you ask me one thing about her, I will punch you in the mouth.

[Not an idle threat this time since he can't lie, and his hands are already clenching into fists.]

I'll try not to, I just, umm...

[He shifts his feet a bit.]

Don't punch me, but I'm kind of jealous you have one. And it's good if you care about your world if you're the king or overlord or whatever, isn't it?

[He does take a step back in case Laharl swings at him anyway.]

[There's no punching, but he does flinch a little at Sola's use of present tense.]

You really think humans live to be over 1300 years old? There's nothing to be jealous of. [She's dead, Sola. He doesn't have one.]

...that much is fine to care about.

At least she used to be. I mean, Disciple is kind of like that for me but it's not the same, not how I've heard or read about. We decided that I would call her mom but I mean-

[How does he explain this?]

I was made from magic. Master Ganondorf made me from a spell, so I never had one at all. Even if she's gone now, she's still your mother.

Hm.

[He'll choose not to remark on that, thanks all the same.]

So that's what you are.

Not anymore!

[He certainly sounds defensive.]

I have a real body and a soul of my own and everything now.

[He can just still get all shadowy when he's pissed and meld with water and get weightless enough to stand on his enemy's weapon...]

What's the big deal about having a soul? You've been just as annoying since you got one.

[Oh. Laharl really does think he's annoying. Damn.

Instead of getting defensive again though, Sola gets quiet for a long moment.]

It's different because now I'll go somewhere when I die. I won't just disappear.

[Laharl thinks everyone is annoying at least some of the time.]

That might not be such a good thing. You could wind up serving someone like me.

I don't serve you, you're my friend. Kinda.

But no I mean... Before, when I died, I would just... I would disappear. I wouldn't be anywhere anymore. At least now I'll go somewhere and still exist.

[From the hollow look on his face, this is an incredibly important distinction.]

We aren't friends. You're my vassal.

[Oops, he seriously believes that.]

You do realize the Netherworld is one of the places you might go, right?

But I don't want to be your vassal! I'm not anyone's vassal or servant or anything! And I know I could go to a whole bunch of different places like the Netherworld or the Spirit Realm or Heaven or Hell or the Neverending Light or whatever anyone believes in, but it's still better than not existing.

[He's nearly yelling, so emphatic is he about it. His hands are shaking and his breaths come heavily.

He curls his quaking hands into fists.]

I'll never go back to not being real. Never.

Fine, fine. You'll get to be around forever. I've got nothing against it.

That's right, I will.

[It's defiant, but not in the way that Sola usually defiantly yells in general. It's a quiet, stalwart defiance bred from the feeling that the only other option is to lie down and die.

And then it dawns on him what Laharl said.]

...wait, you said you care about your vassals?

[That gets a grimace out of him.]

I didn't say it was a lot.

But if you care about your vassals and you think I'm your vassal, that means you care about me, riiight?

[This subject is much better than the soul thing and what'll happen after he dies, thanks.]

[No, it isn't. This topic is worse. Talk about your dumb soul all you want.]

Yeah, but just enough to not want you dead or anything.

[That makes him feel loads better. It's high praise from Laharl, okay? Sola grins broadly.]

I care about you too y'know, even if you're a jerk.

Ugh, I didn't need to know that. You keep that sappy stuff to yourself.

[Too bad because Sola's getting sappy on yo ass.

Here comes a hug!]

What the--

[He

did not see that coming. So Sola gets to succeed for about a second before Laharl is trying to shove him off.]

What are you doing!? Get off of me!

That's what you do to people you care about!

[He lets himself get shoved off though, smirking more than grinning. He may have done that on purpose.]

I have to go finish delivering stuff, but it was nice talking to you Laharl!

[And off he goes at a good jog. He may be pleased with his hug attack, but he definitely doesn't want to get fireballed for it!]

[Does he seriously believe that?]

No, it wasn't!

[Ugh, fine. He'll continue on his mission for food and hope the worst is past.]

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